49 Tha ither fowk thair at tha table stairtit tae taak amang thairsels, sayin, “Whut kine o man ïs thïs, that can e'en forgie wrangdaeins?”
A while latèr, whan Jesus wus at a dennèr at Mattha's hoose, thair wus a hale lock o tex men an ither fowk o ïll repute aitin alang wi hïm an hïs follaers.
At thïs, some o tha maistèrs o tha Laa saed amang thairsels, “That's naethin but blesphemie!”
“Hoo cum thïs man dars tae taak laik thïs?” the' thocht. “It's naethin but blesphemie. Wha can forgie sïns but God alane?”